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He's the kind o' doctor that uses his title to give him privileges with the wimmin. I know his sort." Rainey wondered why Lund had asked Carlsen for a lotion if he did not mean to use it, but he did not provoke further argument. Lund was going on. "He don't do the skipper enny good, thet's certain." "Captain Simms seems to believe in him," answered Rainey.
I reckon you ain't forgot Tasman, eh? nor the scrap at Thursday Island. Say old Tasman was killed by his niggers only last year up German New Guinea way. Remember his cook-boy? Ngani-Ngani? He was the ringleader. Tasman swore by him, but Ngani-Ngani hatcheted him just the same." "Shake hands with Captain Carlsen, Fred," was Tom's introduction of his brother to another visitor.
"All right," said Lund. "Will you do that, Rainey? Now?" And Rainey had a fleeting fancy that the giant winked one of his blind eyes at him, though the black lenses were deceiving. He went below immediately and rapped on the door, a little surprised to see the girl appear in the opening. He had expected to find the skipper alone, and he was pretty sure that Carlsen had also expected this.
The giant had dismissed Carlsen as unceremoniously as he might have flipped the ash from a cigar, or tossed the stub overside. "I've got to tackle those hunters," Lund said. "I expect trouble there, sooner or later. But I'm goin' to lay down the law to 'em. If they come clean, well an' good, they git their original two shares. If not, they don't get a plugged nickel.
F. C. Frieseke, 48, 117. Medals of Honor. John W. Alexander, 69; Cecilia Beaux, 65; Emil Carlsen. 67; Walter Griffin, 45; Violet Oakley, 65; Willard L. Metcalf, 80; Richard E. Miller, 47, 69; Lawton Parker, 69; W. E. Schofield, 68. Gold Medals.
The Martial Experiences of the California Volunteers by Edward Carlsen, Overland, Vol. Vol. A smooth, level piece of ground is chosen, and a slight barrier of a couple of sticks placed lengthwise is laid at each end of the chosen spot, being from forty to fifty feet apart and only a few inches high.
All through the talk Rainey was conscious of the gaze of Doctor Carlsen, whose dark eyes appeared to be mocking the whole proceedings, looking on with the air of a man watching card-play with a prevision of how the game will come out. "Mr. Lund is unstrung," said the captain. "He is under the delusion that we deliberately deserted him and, later, found the gold he speaks of.
The last pictures of Louis Loeb were underpainted throughout in monochrome, the final colors being applied in glazes and rubbings, and to-day a number of others, landscape and figure painters, are attempting to restore and master this, the pure Venetian method, while still others, among them Emil Carlsen, are reviving the use of tempera.
"How much left?" asked Lund. "Half? Tetch it up." Again he fired and again the bullet found the mark, leaving only the neck of the bottle still hanging. Lund grinned. "Thet's all," he said. "Jest wanted to show ye what a blind man can do, if he's put to it." There was little applause. Carlsen took his gun in silence and moved forward with the hunters and the onlookers, disappearing below.
"But Lund says he can smell it, and I think I know what he means. It's cold on deck." The girl went to the door of her own room and then hesitated and came back to the table where Rainey still sat. He had four hours off, and he meant to make an opportunity of talking to the roustabout. "Mr. Carlsen told me he expects to sight land by to-morrow morning," she said. "Unalaska or Unimak, most likely.
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